I lost my voice this weekend. Twice.
The first time, it was much to the relief of everyone around me (particularly colleagues, friends, family, acquaintances and strangers), as I struggled to bark out stories, remarks, and commands (not necessarily in that order, and to the appropriate audience). What’s that noise? Silence? With me in the room? Disturbing, to me alone.
But the second time I lost my voice it was much more upsetting. It wasn’t my speaking voice –it was my Twitter voice. On Friday at about 4:00, when I was driving and hence atypically not tweeting out every thought that occurred to me, an email was sent to me telling me my Twitter password had changed. When I opened the email a short while later, I knew I’d been hacked. And not just my password, but my email. I. Am. Locked. Out. Of. Twitter. I heard from Tweeps that this had also happened to, that it can take Twitter (who reminds you that they are a free service when you log into their customer service area – dang, good point), up to four or five days to correct. I’ve decided to take to the old fashioned medium of blogging to vent a bit.
Now, I’ve tweeted (apparently), over 20,000 times. So, this was going to be quite an adjustment for me over the weekend. Luckily, the hacker decided only to send out one tweet about me losing 11 pounds on some miracle juice diet (I wish!), and as this is something I can’t control, I’m not worried about other tweets going out under my name. Here’s what I am worried about:
- People I know quite well “in real life” are missing me on Twitter. That’s nice. But, um, you have my email, my home phone, my cell phone and you are my Facebook friend, and I may have even seen you in person over the weekend. Call me?
- Having long been a Twitter Over Facebook fan, I fear I am now overusing Facebook to update my friends on everything I’m doing. And going crazy with being able to use more than 140 characters. It’s like the VIP lane on the highway.
- My university daughter was home for the weekend. Her remarks are Twitter Gold: now lost as they are best in the moment. When I picked her and a couple of friends up from school, one of them said she was dying to meet me because I was so famous. I had so many great tweets about my own daughter’s response and subsequent scorn.
- I had a typically attendance-challenged book signing on Saturday (saved only by a lovely Tweep who chatted with me and kept me company – Twitter to the rescue again), with my son announcing how unpopular I must be, every five minutes. Love sharing that stuff, again, now lost after the moment.
- I attended a fabulous Girls Night Out/fundraiser on Saturday night, and I wasn’t able to live-tweet about how great they were…but I can now worry about some of them sending lying tweets about me wearing crocs and sweatpants out to a party, they knowing I can’t respond.
Basically, all the “smart remarks” I send out on Twitter will now be flung about at colleagues, friends, family, acquaintances and strangers. This is, of course, if I had my verbal voice working as well, they would be.
On the positive side, I’ve got lots of time to order that fabulous diet juice and take off some of the weight I’ve gained while sitting in front of a computer over-tweeting these past couple of years.
And if you really do miss me on Twitter, come on over to Facebook, be my friend. You might want to mention how lovely I sound. Over there.
*You can follow me on Twitter here, when I`m reinstated, and in the meantime, here.


